In the aftermath of the events of Avalanche 2014, Kelly Conway found herself back in Japan, happy to have won her bout but extremely bitter as well thanks to a dumb little rookie like Avery Shields that had ruined Kelly's chance at stealing the Friction Title! Kelly had been fuming in anger that entire night, in her hotel room, on the plane ride home and finally back at her apartment. But after venting through it she suddenly felt the desire to properly celebrate her victory.

On live TV.

The instrumental version of "Flashing Lights" by Kanye West would open tonight's show on Friction, reverberating through the massive speakers as the entire arena went black, only gaining flashes of white light that were in sync with the revving of the bass, going on and off repeatedly before the drum beat dropped, the white lights no longer coming on, instead replaced with bright red, blue and green laser lights that shot from the arena stage as Kelly Conway, clad in her patriotic attire, large white fur coat, big bug eyed sunglasses, carrying a briefcase in one hand, came strutting down the arena stage, down to the ramp, each step and sway of her hips matched with the beat of the drums as she made her way to the steel steps and strolled inside the ring, getting a mic as she stood in the center.

"Japan! Last you saw of me, I was mere seconds away from becoming AFW's latest and greatest champion! I had defeated Adrian Kytes and earned.... This briefcase!" Kelly shouted into her mic, lifting the case before showing to the camera.

"Only one problem..." She said and popped it open to reveal that it was empty! "There's no contract in here!! And why is that!? I'll tell you! It's because of a snivvling.... Ugly looking... Tattoo covered weirdo named Avery Shields came down to defend.... Taylor Parker... the current champion..." And the crowed roared at the mention of it's champion, causing Kelly to pause for a moment.

"I say 'current' because that's the truth! Current. It means 'right now'. She IS the champion at this moment but would have had the shortest reign in AFW history had I not been interrupted by that fool with the red hair who destroyed my contract!" Kelly spat bitterly as she growled towards the main camera. "Mark my words, I WILL get my contract back and Avery Shields, you're going to learn a lesson about meddling into affairs that are not yours, Rookie. And Taylor Parker, while you sit in your home, comfy in the arms of your hubby, holding that Championship Title, feeling like you've finally succeeded and climbed a mountain. I simply ask that you not get too attached to that particular feeling, because when I do come to claim my title, you'll swear in your old age that your entire reign was a just dream that never happened because it was so short!" And the crowd booed Conway while she smiled smugly.

"BUT ENOUGH ABOUT THAT! HOW ABOUT WE TALK ABOUT ME!? Let's talk about how I've been on a winning streak! That I've DESTROYED Nikolette Tessla! That I made Akashi Tanikaze and Cassie Elliot tap out! I DID ALL THOSE THINGS! ME! AND ME ALONE! And to celebrate my recent success and win at Avalanche... I've prepared.... A ceremony..." Kelly declared before motioning for someone to come down, which turned out to be several PA's carrying what looked like a podium and an American flag.

They put the flag on a stand in the ring beside the podium. Kelly wasted no time taking herself to the center one, the tallest one, like she were a god medal winner. She then pulled out a single black glove from her pocket and put on her right hand before bowing her head and extending her fist with the widest, shameless grin on her face as The Star Spangled Banner began to play through the arena.

The Star Spangled Banner took a sudden turn, and the crowd cheered like they would bring the whole place down while their newest Friction World Champion took the stage.

Taylor swaggered out into view, a cocky grin on her face, dressed in a red sports bra with a white lightning bolt logo on the front and tight cut-off denim shorts, and worn out red Converse high-tops. Her title belt was slung over her shoulder, a microphone in her hand, and when the music cut she lifted the mic to her lips.

"Heeey, Conway!" She said, with teasing sweetness. "That's a pretty sweet ceremony. If you're standing there, doesn't that mean you get the gold, though?" She pointed down at Kelly's podium and tilted her head in mock confusion.

"You mean like... this?" She pointed to her belt. The crowd cheered, and Taylor stuck out her tongue.

"Props for trying to steal it, by the way. If we did that match right then, you're right, I wouldn't have stood a chance, and you'd be the one holding the belt." She nodded gravely. "But if you think for one second that would've slowed me down, then you're as stupid as you look, and you look like you do your shopping in a New Jersey gas station. There's nowhere in the world you could go to get away from me. No matter what your contract says, no matter who's wearing the belt, you're mine."

She paused, adjusted her belt, tossed her hair back. "And that reminds me..." She said in a softer voice, letting the whole of her Staten Island accent come through loud and clear. "Twice now ya put your hands on my manager. My mom." Mother-in-law. "Ya gonna beg me to pin you before I'm done, Kelly. Understand?"

She let her eyes linger on the girl for a moment longer, and then extended her arm to the side and dropped her mic on the floor. She held her belt high while she backed up to leave.